#i love my mom dearly but my brother is here too and the trio of my mom dad and brother is. a lot.

[watcher-wilds]

Sending love and warmth to those not really estranged from their families but not totally comfortable around them either. Navigating this holiday season can be exhausting but just know, you are loved and appreciated for who you are.

[beigehearts]

So I'm not sure if you're comfortable writing for these kinds of things so if you aren't then you can just ignore this.

You can write it with Hisoka, Chrollo, Illumi, one or all of them I don't mind (preferably Hisoka)

But I've got issues with eating, not a full out eating disorder (at least not that I know of, I haven't been to a doctor for it) but I find it intimidating to eat full meals, and I normally only eat a couple things daily. Maybe an apple here and an orange for later.

And because of that I've sworn off having kids until I can get it under control (its been 4 years and doesn't seem to get better, I just keep losing weight) last time I weighed myself I was 112 which is getting pretty close to underweight for my height and age.

So could you please do a trio (or individual) x fem reader where she's been bullied about her weight by her mom and peers and has a hard time eating, and because of that she doesn't want to get pregnant and risk having a baby born premature or extremely unhealthy, or die. But somehow she manages to get pregnant (maybe failed contraceptives) so Hisoka/Illumi/Chrollo tries helping her get better about eating. Setting timers and having thought out meals for the day that includes all the food groups needed.

I've always been told to eat more or that all I ever eat is junk food but I'm not fat, I'm not extremely skinny, I just wish there would've been somebody telling me that everything would be fine and help me through it. Nobody has yet though, everybodys first reaction to me saying I rarely eat is that I should eat more when I literally cannot force myself to do so.

I really do apologize for this being long, and if you don't write this I can always find somebody else.

No I completely understand! I’ve struggled with my eating in the past and I sympathize. I know that hearing “just eat” and what not doesn’t help and I know it’s hard- but all you can do is try your hardest to get better- the journey is just as important as the result I’m more than happy to do this request- I really appreciate it because I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while. I tried to get this done asap because I feel like its important I really hope you like it!!

Alright let’s get started lads fem!reader CW: eating disorder, pregnancy

Illumi

It’s been days since you had your last meal. As his future wife and a future mother it has worried him sick. And at some points you wonder if he’s only concerned about the baby. You’ve been on birth control for months after having a long talk with Illumi that children would need to wait a bit until you have yourself under control. He’s been acting strangely, he’s been pacing which he has never done before, and snapping at his brothers, sister, and mother.

You sit on the balcony, a heavy rain pounding down, the awning above you barely protecting you. You look into the distance and rub your belly, as if trying to wish away the baby. It’s not that you don’t want children, you really do, and you also want to for Illumi’s sake. But it’s not time. You’re not ready. Your body is too frail and your hips cannot hold a child. The mere thought of something going wrong with your precious baby, is enough to make you sick. You’ve been brewing in bad thoughts for days since you found out- but this isn’t time to sulk...

Illumi opens the sliding door to the balcony, staring at you for a long while before sitting on the ground next to your chair. He grabs your hand on your belly and rubs it gently- with so much affection you feel like he’s a different person.

“Y/n.” He looks up at you with his big, dark eyes. “It’s scary.” He pauses, being unusually sensitive. “I can’t wait for the baby. But I need you right now.” He seems very out of his element, he’s not exactly the type to share his emotions. Though he can tell he needs to put himself aside for the well being of his future wife and future child. “We’re going to get through this together.” He nods to himself, and places his cheek on your hand, “You don’t have to do this alone. You have me now. I apologize that I have not been doing my best for you- but we’ll do it.”

He stands up, bringing you with him, pressing you against his chest. He holds your head against him, then pats your head gently. “We’ll set a schedule. We’ll eat together at every meal. I promise to be here now.” He begins playing with your hair and wraps an arm around your waist, “It’ll be just like training.”

You tilt your head up to him and frown at the training part.

He stutters and says, “No, it’ll be a process.” A sign of small smile makes it’s way onto his face, “Our baby will be just fine.”  

Illumi has never shown you such a sensitive side of him and you begin to wonder if he’s gone through this too. Either way, his comforting head pats and warm chest are enough for you in this moment.

Hisoka

Sometimes your boyfriend could be just so oblivious. He always cares and pays attention to you but sometimes things go over his head. He equates your morning sickness which is just dry heaving with being dehydrated. Though maybe telling him would just make it easier. You’ve been telling Hisoka that you want to get better. You’re tired of this burden on you constantly. Tired of food looking like poison. He’s done his best to help you. Though he’s somewhat lost in how to do so.

He loves you dearly and honestly how much he loves you sometimes scares you. You try not to think about what lengths he’s gone for you.

Hisoka is laying in bed, shuffling cards and twirling them on his finger.  He’s quite good with his hands. Quiet music plays from the radio- some new hip hop hit. He averts his eyes from his cards, to look at you. It’s been a month and it’s about time he knows why your belly has a small bulge- it not being from you eating better or more.

You spit it out- wasting no time and getting to the point. “I’m pregnant.” You close your eyes, as if scared he’s gonna lash out or break something. But none of that happens, it’s silence.

You peek one eye open to see him doe eyed, caught in head lights. The cards fall out of his hands. He clears his throat and fixes his face, “Come here baby.” You obey him and sit down next to him on the bed, he pulls you onto his lap and holds your face in his hands.

“I wish you told me sooner. I could have prepared.”

Eyes begin swelling in your eyes and he once again looks stunned. You burst into tears and hold onto his shirt, nuzzling your head into his neck. Through broken sobs you manage to say, “I’m no good as a mother. I can’t take care of it! I’m no good Hisoka- what if I kill it? I’m no good.” Sobs rack your body, leaving your trembling against his own body.

Hands grab your shoulders and he pushes you up, then wipes the tears from your face. “You’re perfect to hold a baby. What is it you’re worried about?”

You begin to hyperventilate after you have no more tears to cry. Through each breath you gasp out, “I’m... too... small... what if... I have a...” At the mere thought of your next words your heart begins pounding, “Miscarriage?” You let out one last sob of a word, “I can’t feed me and my baby...”

He shushes you and pushes some hair behind your ear, “Oh honey. You’ve been working so hard on getting better. You’re sick and that’s okay. We just have to work harder? Right?”

Nodding but you still can’t control your breathing, he says, “Come on take a deep breath.” Listening to his directions you do. “It’s gonna be alright. You’ll be a great mother. You work so hard. We just have to keep pushing.”

You nod, and collapse against his chest and whisper, “Is the baby going to be okay?”

“Yes, and so will you.”

Chrollo

Once the both of you found out you were pregnant, it was pure confusion. You were taking contraceptives and Chrollo knows how much you don’t want a baby right now. It was a long conversation you had when you got contraceptives. Despite wanting a child, he wanted nothing more than you to be happy and healthy. It’s been months, four months to be precise. You lost 3 pounds in that time no matter what you did. You just couldn’t make yourself eat and when you did you felt terrible, guilty.

It was mealtime, all though you haven’t eaten at mealtime in weeks, Chrollo keeps trying. He made a light salad, with tomatoes and olives, that’s all. He knows how the sight of big meals only discourages you.

He steps around the table with a small plate in his hand, and sets it in front of you. A small plate with a few bites of salad. It should be easy. But it’s not. He kisses your forehead and sits on the other side of the table. A candle is lit and a single rose is in a vase. He tries to make every meal seem like a feast but lacking the food. He has a normal size bowl full of salad and he smiles at you from across the table.

“Time to eat.” He takes a bite of his salad- not pressuring you in any way to eat. The plate itself is enough pressure. You pick up the fork like you’ve practiced so many times and stare at the green leaves beneath you. The fork picks up a single leaf and you bring it to your mouth, opening and hesitantly placing it inside. Chewing is almost the worst part- but the worst part is swallowing. You swallow the leaf and look up at Chrollo. You can tell he’s trying to mask his excitement as not to overwhelm you.

The most you manage is another six single leaves, and a single, half cut cherry tomato.

You look up to him once again, shame taking over you, “That’s all I can do...”

His eyes go wide and you wonder if he’s upset that you didn’t keep going. Instead he leaps out of his chair and around the table. He picks you up into his arms and spins you around while laughing. He gently places you back down on the floor and can’t contain his smile.

“Oh darling you’re doing so great. I’m so proud of you.” Tears being to prick at your eyes when hearing his words, “You’re so good, let’s try again tomorrow okay?”

He squeezes you tightly and shakes you side to side, “You’re just so wonderful. I’m so proud.” No one has ever said they’re proud of you besides him. It’s such a blissful sound to your ears.

[abraxos-is-toothless]

Surprises (14)

Forgive me for being late, but these get uploaded from my laptop and I’ve had internet problems.

Here we are with the new chapter, and I’m sure you’ve been waiting after that cliff hanger;)

Warnings: Injury descriptions in this one. There will be swearing, mature themes, mentions of alcohol at times, and mentions of sex. I will update warnings as I go if needed.

Surprises Masterlist.

Full Masterlist.

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Everything was dark and then it wasn’t. He was standing in a wide open field, sun shining and blue skies, when he heard a tiny giggle to his left. Turning his head, Azriel saw a girl, who looked to be in her teens, with brown eyes and dark hair that was blowing in the wind as she walked through the grass, letting the blades tickle her hand. Behind her was the girl he loved so dearly but she was older, the corner of her eyes wrinkled and her hair was much lighter. When they reached a spot they deemed acceptable, Elain laid out a blanket and the two of them sat side by side staring up at the clouds, chatting idly. As he walked closer, he finally caught onto part of their conversation, the girl asking in a small voice, “Hey, Mom?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

The girl twisted something on her thumb, which he realized was the thumb ring he had in his draw at home, part of a matching trio where the other two belonged to Rhys and Cass. They all had little swirling patterns on them; however, the only difference would be the little gem each of them held. Rhys’ was purple, Cass had red and his own had blue.

“Do you miss Dad?” He was right there, they didn’t need to miss him, and she didn’t need to miss him. He shouted but they didn’t turn, didn’t move and so he moved directly in front of them but still, they didn’t acknowledge his presence. Elain’s eyes widened but only a fraction, turning and tucking a rogue curl behind the girl’s ear.

“Of course I miss him, I miss him more every day. But if he was here, he’d be so incredibly proud of you.” She wiped a tear from his daughter’s cheek and all he could do was scream at them. He was right there; there was nothing wrong so why wouldn’t they look at him?

He dropped to his knees on that blanket and reached for them but when his fingers made contact, he couldn’t feel anything and neither did they. Azriel was crying now, trying everything to get them to look, to listen, and to touch. Nothing. Elain started again her smile widening as she spoke, “Did I ever tell you abou-”

She was cut off as everything began to fade and his family disappeared before him, he moved, to do what he didn’t know but just as he reached for his loves, his vision became black once more.

His eyes opened blearily to bright lights above his head and the blurry features of faces while there was a loud beeping sound in his ears. It felt as though he was moving and he realised he was in a vehicle of some sort. He tried to speak, to move his arms but he was held in place by a pair of hands. “Easy there, we thought we lost you for a minute there, but you’re going to be alright.” Something was settled over his face and his eyes began to feel heavy again. “That’s it, we’ve got you now, and you’re okay.”

Just before he let the soothing words send him into that calm place, he managed to breathe the most important word through dry lips.

“Elain.”

oOoOo

Elain couldn’t breathe as she, Feyre and Nesta moved as quickly as they could through the hospital, her nails digging into the palms of her hands as she tried to hold herself together. The frantic call they’d had only thirty minutes ago had made her heart drop to the bottom of her stomach.

They had all settled in the basement that the boys had converted, content to binge watch a new comedy series, Feyre with a bowl of popcorn and Nesta fussing to make sure Elain was settled when the sound of ‘I’m sexy and I know it’ started ringing through the room. She was confused until Feyre gave a long suffering sigh. “Sorry, Rhys set it as his new ringtone the other day and I forgot to change it back. Hold on.” Her sister got up and walked across the room, realising she’d left her phone on the table and jested as she answered the call;

“You left me barely twenty minutes ago, miss me already?” Suddenly her face became serious and worried which put Elain on edge.

“Rhys, slow down and tell me again.” Slowly, all of the colour drained from her face and her eyes lined with silver as she brought a hand up to her mouth. She nodded at something her boyfriend said but remembered he couldn’t see her and responded with, “Yes, we’ll come.”

And then Elain watched as she hung up, hands shaking and blinked over at her and Nesta before she explained whatever the phone call was about. “H-he said there w-was an accident,” a few tears dropped from her face as she blinked at them, “they were hit by a truck and the car... Rhys said to come as quickly as we could.”

She didn’t even remember how they got here but right now she didn’t care, she just had to find him. The three of them were about to turn down a corner when a nurse tried to stop them, but before she could even get a word out, there was a shout from down the corridor. “Nesta!”

Three pairs of eyes turned to see Rhys running towards them, and he looked absolutely awful, which caused Elain to feel a twist in her gut. He had a large, but not extremely deep, cut through his left eyebrow and ran slightly down his cheek, which would no doubt scar. He had bruises along his jaw and he was smeared with blood, while he moved with a slight limp. Feyre let out a choked sob as she moved towards him, crashing into his chest. He winced slightly but held onto her as he pleaded with Nesta, “Please you have to hurry. I can’t calm him down, neither can my mother but he’s going to hurt himself more if he doesn’t stop.”

Nesta moved like lightning in the direction he had just come from, Rhys hot on her heels. Feyre dropped her pace to match Elain as she herself couldn’t quite move fast enough. When they reached where they were supposed to be, her heart cracked at the sight. Cassian was screaming and crying, outright trying to destroy the place. His arm was cradled to his chest in some kind of sling and there was a rip in his jeans, exposing a large gash on his thigh. Elysia was crying from the sidelines, in pain at the fact she could not help her son and there were doctors yelling at him to sit down, to let them treat him but he wouldn’t listen. He stopped and turned around, eyes wide with fear when Nesta’s soft voice pierced through his breakdown.

“My love, please stop.”

They boy Elain had always seen laughing and joking, just overall happy at all times of the day, was gone. In that moment he was a broken shell of what he was and dropped to his knees in front of the girl he loved as he sobbed and sobbed, each one sending a tremor through his body as he pushed out garbled words. “The fucking idiot...stupid martyr...turned the car...”

Her sister kept herself composed as she too dropped to her knees in front of Cass, wrapping her arms around his neck and rocking him from side to side as she whispered soothing words into his ear. Elain let her eyes move away from the scene to roam around the room, catching sight of Rhys with Feyre’s face tucked into his chest as he cried silently. She quickly passed over all the mess, seeing the doctors slowly move towards the broken boy on the floor as if he was a timid deer. Through all her scanning, she didn’t see the hazel eyes she longed to see, she didn’t feel scarred yet gentle hands take a hold of her waist like they did in the shower this morning. When her eyes landed on Elysia, she couldn’t stop the hitch in her breath as she asked the question that she dreaded the answer to, “Where is he, Lys?”

The older woman walked over to her, taking her hands into her own and caressing the backs of them gently with her thumbs. “The boys say that when he saw the truck, Az turned the car so that he would take the impact,” a choked sound tore through Elain’s chest at the words, “he was trapped inside the car when help arrived and they had to cut him out. He has internal bleeding and he hit his head pretty hard and he’s in surgery right now but the doctors said...”

She didn’t like the way Lys trailed off, but realising this was difficult to do, she urged her on in soft tones. “The doctors said what, Lys? Please tell me.”

“Part of his left leg was severely crushed Elain, they said they were going to have to amputate below the knee just before they took him in.”

She couldn’t stop herself then as she turned and heaved all of the contents in her stomach onto the floor. It wasn’t because Lys said they were amputating, though it did scare her, it was because he was alive. When she hadn’t seen him there and was a witness to his brother’s breakdown, she had feared the worst possible scenario. But everything was fine and Azriel was alive. Their little girl would get to know her daddy and he her. She was manoeuvred to sit in a chair, her head between her knees as someone rubbed soothing circles on her back. Elain faintly heard people talking but she pushed all thoughts from her head, letting everything fade into the background except for one little word that meant so much.

Alive, alive, alive.

 oOoOo

Rhys had agreed to go home with Feyre, to rest for a while and then come back with everything they would need. Once the adrenaline died out, Cass had been overloaded with pain and taken to be sorted out. His arm was actually found to be broken and the gash on his thigh needed stitches, Nesta staying by his side the whole time. He would forever be grateful to his girls’ sister for doing what he could not. Elain stayed at the hospital with his mother, seeming to be in no condition to even move from her chair after she had thrown up all over the floor.

When they got home, he let Feyre lead him up to his room and once they were inside, she slowly began to undress him. He tried to protest, his only injury was the cut on his face and he could easily change himself but she silenced him with a glare. When she had him down to just his boxers, she put his clothes into the hamper before guiding him to the bed and pushing him to lie down. Satisfied she stripped and stood before him in nothing but a pair of lace panties before throwing on his shirt from the night before and climbing into the bed beside him, tangling their legs together and lifting one hand to his injured face. The doctors had put a few stitches in the deepest part and put little strips of that weird white tape stuff onto it. He knew that things were tense and sensitive but he couldn’t help joking, “It’s going to leave a pretty hot scar huh?”

Wrong thing to do.

Her eyes filled with tears as she held his face in her hand and her bottom lip trembled, so he brought his hand up to press his thumb into it. “None of that Feyre, I’m sorry. I just wanted you to smile again.” She nodded before burying her face into his chest, throwing a leg over his hip and wrapping her arms around him. Her voice was muffled against his skin when she spoke after a few minutes.

“What happened?”

He let out a small sigh as he explained from the exact moment they had left the girls that morning, right up to where his eyes had opened in the overturned car. “Cass managed to get his seatbelt off but didn’t brace himself and all of his weight dropped onto his arm. He kicked one of the back doors open before helping me out when he realised I was conscious. We tried to get to Azriel but it was no use and someone came running over to say they had called for help.”

Feyre began shaking in his arms a little and he squeezed tighter as he gathered the courage to tell her the most important part, something that he hadn’t explained to anyone but Cassian. “There’s more,” a nod for him to go on, “while we were waiting for the ambulance and keeping an eye on Az, I turned to look at the truck. As I did, there was a familiar logo on the side of it as the driver stumbled out.”

“Who was it?”

Deep breaths, Rhys. She’ll be hurt but you have to be the one to tell her.

“It was your father, baby.” Feyre gasped and pushed herself away from him and out of his reach. When he put his hand out towards her she batted it away as the tears came in full force. He knew she was hurt, but he pushed forward. “Mother sent a text this morning after she left saying that he wasn’t where we left him the day before and that car was still in the drive but not his work truck. He must have seen us on the road and made an impulse decision, because when he stumbled out onto the road, he tipped his head back and laughed and disappeared before I could move.”

Her trembling stopped and she scooted back over to him, kissing him soundly on the lips with a mumbled “I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t you driving that truck, you shouldn’t be apologising. I tried talking to the officers when we were at the scene but they were too worried about getting us to the hospital. They said they would come to the hospital later to get our stories when we were cleared to do so.”

She touched the cut on his face once more before their gazes met, her eyes fierce and full of fire. “You tell them every single thing, leave nothing out. I want him to pay for it. All of you could have died; Azriel could have died without even getting to meet his fucking kid.”

All Rhys could do was nod. He’d had the same thoughts when the paramedics were trying to keep his brother from crashing when he was pulled from the car.

He felt like he’d just closed his eyes when his phone went off as he received a text. Gently reaching his arm over the girl fast asleep next to him, he grabbed his phone from the small table and he saw it was now mid afternoon. They had been sleeping for about four hours now. Unlocking his phone he saw that the text was from Nesta and he almost cried with joy at the words he read.

He’s awake.

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[anxresi]

Amity’s Amends

Story: After the events of 'Understanding Willow', Amity knows she has a lot to make up for. And she'll start tonight, right in front of four people who have been the bane of her existence for too long. Get ready for a roasting, s'mores optional.

...............

Amity Blight arrived home that night after her adventure inside Willow’s head, full of more hope and determination for the future than she ever felt possible.

Her initial skepticism of the Earthling Luz Noceda had long since disappeared, and now the two could honestly even describe themselves as good friends. Maybe even more, if the way I blush whenever she hugs me is anything to go by. Just like my favorite ships in those Azura books we both like...

The young witch quickly dispelled all thoughts of frivolous romance from her head, using the same methodology she would dispel one of her enchantments if it got out of control. That’s for the future, if it happens at all. Right now I have other stuff to take care of…

She burst through the front door, half-expecting her strict parents to meet her there with the standard ‘where do you think you’re been?’ or ‘your darling brother and sister would never stay out this late’.

Whereas she dreaded such searching questions before, now an odd mixture of defiance and resilience made her itch to hear them, just so she could show off her new steadfast attitude.

Alas, there was no Mr and Mrs Blight in sight. They’d taken the night off (again) to mingle with the VIPs their family relied on for its ‘prestigious’ reputation, so her long-awaited confrontation with them was just gonna have to wait until later. Goodie. Gives me something to look forward to.

In the front room however, were two other people Amity wanted to put straight on a few things… along with a couple of surprise guests. Erica and Edmira Blight, her ‘dear’ siblings, sat on the couch with her so-called best friends, Boscha and Skara. They seemed deep in conversation, but the intense chat soon faded to a whisper the moment Amity strolled through the door.

“ Mittens!!” Edric was the first to greet his little sister, grabbing her by the shoulder to give her a light noogie. “We were wondering where you got to! I was just about to send out a search party… or at least, borrow mom’s crystal ball to track you down.”

“Great to see you, sis!” Emira smirked at Amity in a non-too genial way. “And look who’s here too! Your besties, Boscha and Skara. They came over because they tell me they’ve been worried about you lately… and I must say, me and Edric have been as well. So think of what you’re about to hear as an ‘intervention’, if you like.”

“Amity, you’ve changed! You don’t insult the other losers with us the way you used to, you don’t let us tell you how to dress, and we’ve even caught you hanging out with that Earth creature!” Skara stared at Amity unblinkingly, as if unwilling to let Luz’s dreadful name pass her lips.

“Yeah, exactly! And after all the bad stuff you said about Willow, I can’t believe you defended her today! Almost like you were... friends or something, but of course that can’t be the case.” Boscha sniggered to herself, like the mere notion was just impossible.

Amity listened to all this ‘selfless’ advice until it was over, with her arms firmly crossed and her left foot tapping on the plush carpet. “So, you’re all here today out of the goodness of your hearts, to tell me I’m hanging with the wrong crowd and I should act more like everyone else here?”

“Yeah, Mittens. I mean, we love Luz and all but…” Edric gave his opinion, hesitantly.

“...She’s just not right for you. She’s lucked out so far in her spell training, but when she crashes and burns she’ll take you down with her. Not a pretty sight.” Emira was a bit more forthright than her twin brother.

“Plus, she’s always with Willow. Ugh , instant popularity killer.” Boscha put her finger in her open mouth to illustrate her point.

“Also, what’s that other kid’s name? ‘Gas’, or something? He’s as much of a geek as the others, always going on about Earth stuff. If he likes it ssssoooo much, why doesn’t he just move there? And take those other two freaks with him?” Skara chortled at her joke, obviously thinking she’d said something hilarious.

Amity heard all this rudeness and bile aimed at her newest pals with the patience of a saint, but finally she could take no more. “ Excuse me , but his name happens to be ‘Gus’. Him and Luz are two of the nicest people I’ve met, so if you think I’m going to let you talk that way about them around me you’ve got another thing coming. If everyone in the Demon Realm was as stuck-up and conceited as you and Boscha are, believe me… I’d be on the first broomstick out of here with them! Now, what else was I going to say…”

Amity’s siblings and ‘friends’ sat there open-mouthed, unused to hearing such backtalk from someone usually so compliant, but she wasn’t finished yet. Not by a long shot. “Oh, yes. Sorry Skara, I am unable to attend your 15th birthday celebrations because of a prior… wait, I don’t have any pressing engagements. It’s just that you’re a total bitch, who I no longer want to be associated with. I set your butterfly free, too. Never mind, I’m sure there are loads of other brainless bullies out there you can hang around with, to make your fragile ego feel better about itself! Which brings me neatly to…”

If Boscha thought her obnoxious snickering was going to win her any brownie points from Amity, she was very much mistaken. “...You. I don’t know what you’re finding so funny Boscha, in many ways you’re twice as bad as Skara. You lead, her and me follow. At least, that’s the way it used to be. I hope you’re happy with this trio becoming a duo, because I am through . As for what you said about Willow, strange you should mention that as we were besties once, before I messed it all up. Now I’m trying to make up for it, by apologising a lot, attempting to be a better person and getting away from two horrible girls I only hung around with because my parents made me…”

To this last statement she gave a meaningful look at her quaking ex-pals on her couch. “...And I wonder who they could be.”

She turned around without missing a beat to her equally nonplussed siblings sitting nearby, but addressed them in slightly less harsh tones than the previous pair. “ Edric, Emira… you know I love you both dearly, even if your childish pranks do sometimes leave me wondering if you really are the older, more ‘mature’ brother and sister you claim to be. But please, stop trying to ‘encourage’ me by subtly putting me down. It’s not helpful, it’s just dispiriting. And please stop calling me ‘Mittens’. That was cute when I was a baby and couldn’t put my gloves on, now it’s just irritating and makes me think you don’t respect me. Lastly, you’ll be glad to know that by tomorrow, you’ll both stand out a lot more. I’m washing the green out of my hair! Brown is so much more my color, dontcha think?!”

At this juncture, and with everyone around her completely shut down by her searing outburst, Amity stretched and gave out a fake yawn. “Anyway… early start in the morning. You know how it is: the pressures of being top student never go away. Well, see you tomorrow brother, sister… and as for you other two, see you never . Ta-ta!”

She then made her way upstairs with a noticeable spring in her step, the only things on her mind being to work hard to achieve all her goals in life, being the best friend she could be to Willow to make up for years of neglect…

And the way her cheeks flushed whenever a certain Earth girl held her real close.

Oops. Here we go again.

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Well, what do you think? I know this is very unlikely to happen... after all, they do have a lot of episodes to pad out. But hopefully, now that Amity understands how some of the more toxic influences in her life have been allowed to shape her, she can start confronting them and making her own decisions.Also, it's so obvious her and Luz are a future ship. Fight me if you disagree... kidding. ;)

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Maybe, Just Maybe

Characters: Jo Harvelle x Winchester!Reader, Sam and Dean Winchester, Meredith Grey, Mark Sloan, Jackson Avery, Owen Hunt

Word Count: 1,150

Warnings: supernatural/grey’s anatomy crossover, all angst, end of season 5 spoilers

Summary: Jo is someone that shouldn’t be hunting in the first place, but after you have a fight, you come to learn bad news that just shatters your world.

Squares Filled: No pain no gain for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​ // surgery in @hc-bingo​ // last times/farewells in @ladiesbingo // broken bone in @spngenrebingo​ // homesickness in @badthingshappenbingo​

Fandom: Supernatural/Grey’s Anatomy

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

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Not every relationship is going to be perfect. There are big obstacles and small ones, and only if both parties are willing, then they can get through anything. Your relationship, however, may be suffering too much to fix it. You said something you shouldn't have, even though you believe it to be true. Your girlfriend, however, didn't like hearing it.

You've been hunting ever since you could walk. Your mother died a year after you were born, so your dad took you into his family. He was also on his own with two boys, and as much as he did not want you to, you got into his lifestyle. How could you not when he came home bloodied and bruised, or when he hid weapons and other supernatural items all over every motel you stayed in.

Yes, your dad was John Winchester, but your mom wasn't Mary. You're the youngest of the Winchesters, and your half-brothers are very protective of you. They tried everything to keep you away from the scary stuff, but there came a time when you had to learn to protect yourself. John hated bringing you into this life, but in his mind, it was better than being put into the foster system. So, Sam and Dean helped you be the best hunter there ever was.

And you were until you met Jo Harvelle.

It's not that she made you a bad hunter, it's that she made you a cautious one. While that should be a good thing, it's actually the complete opposite. Sam, Dean, and even your father taught you to shoot first and ask questions later. Jo always loved to ask questions first. She was so eager to hunt with you that she threw all caution into the wind. It was your duty to look after her. She's unknowingly caused so many injuries and accidents.

You can't blame her. Her mother is a hunter, and so was her dad. She so badly wants to be one, that she skips over steps. She's inexperienced, but she refuses to see it. You've told her this many times in the nicest way possible, but it won't stick into her head. You're about the same age as her, and because of that, she thinks she can do whatever you can do.

You grew up with experience... she didn't.

The last conversation you had with her was you trying to explain to her why she couldn't come with you to Seattle on a werewolf hunt. You tried to be nice about it, but you ended up screaming in her face about how bad of a hunter she was. You might have said some other things involving her dad that you can't take back. The look on her face tore your heart into two. Instead of helping her become a better hunter, you just pushed her away.

Classic Winchester.

She knew she was inexperienced, but all she wanted to be is like her parents. A part of you never wanted her to become involved in the first place. She's smart, young, adventurous, brave, full of life, and very beautiful. Monsters eat people like her for breakfast. You were just scared of losing the person you loved dearly. You've seen what it did to your dad, Sam, and Dean. It sucks the life out of people. You didn't want to see that happen to her.

You regret everything you said to her. You love her. Hunting means nothing if she isn't by your side. You left over a month ago and wouldn't take anyone’s calls, not even your brothers. You wanted to prove that you can still hunt alone.

You can't.

You proved that when you thought it was a good idea to go after a werewolf nest without any backup. Yes, werewolves have nests, and they are fucking vicious when threatened. You didn't know if you would even make it out alive. Maybe you didn't. Maybe what you're looking at isn't a dark sky with a bunch of twinkling stars. Maybe you didn't get your insides ripped apart like it was a Christmas present. Maybe you didn’t break almost every bone in your body, trying to fight them off. Maybe you're not lying on the grass, fighting for every breath. Maybe you're not wishing Jo, Sam and Dean were with you.

Maybe, just maybe, you're not currently dying.

Because if all of the above is true, then maybe you're not going to make it home after all.

What happened? Where are you? Why do you feel so numb? The last thing you remember is fighting that werewolf—or actually losing against the werewolf. You were looking up at the stars, wondering if you'd been too harsh with Jo. Jo! Shit! You need to get to her!

You yank yourself up from your bed, but two things stop you: pain burns up your abdomen, and a bunch of wires keeps you locked on the bed. Oh, you're in a hospital. Your legs are in casts. How did you get here? Who found you so close to a werewolf's nest? Are they okay? How many bones did you break?

"Oh good, you're up,” a female doctor says by the beeping machines.

How did you not notice her or the nurse there before?

"Page Dr. Sloan and Dr. Hunt, please," she asks of the nurse.

"Right away, Doctor,” the nurse nods and leaves.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?” she asks, and you just nod. "Do you know where you are?” Nod. "My name is Meredith Grey. Can you try speaking for me?"

"Water, please,” you try saying, but it comes out all raspy.

"Of course," she nods and leaves.

As soon as she leaves, three more doctors enter. All men, all with smiles on their faces. One is the tallest with grayish hair, the other is a black man with gorgeous green eyes, and the last one is a redhead. Why are they here? Meredith comes back with some water, and you down it graciously.

"Can you tell me your name?” Dr. Grey asks.

"Y/N."

"Y/N, they are Dr. Mark Sloan, Dr. Jackson Avery, and Dr. Owen Hunt," she introduces the trio respectfully.

"You have really pretty eyes," you say to Jackson.

"Thank you," he blushes.

"Can you tell me how you got your injury?"

"My injury?" you ask before remembering the werewolf.

"Your abdomen was badly damaged. Dr. Avery and I were able to repair some of it with skin grafts, but we had to pull sections from your thighs and butt," Dr. Sloan explains.

"I've never seen trauma that bad. What happened?" Dr. Hunt asks.

Dr. Avery's eyes remind you of someone. They are bright green with a hint of blue, though, you're not concerning yourself with the blue.

"I have to call my girlfriend. She'll worry," you say when you remember your brother and the whole reason you're in this mess.

"I'm sure she will be alright. Is there any family we can call?" Dr. Grey asks.

"My brothers. Please, let me have my phone. I need to talk to them."

You beg with your eyes, and the doctors realize they won't be getting anything out of you unless they give you what you want. The doctors shuffle out of the room after giving you your phone. You haven't spoken to anyone in a good month, so you hope you can get them to come to you.

Dean hasn't said a word since he and Sam have arrived. He's been standing by the door with a sour look on his face. Sam is talking to Dr. Grey, but you don't know about what. As soon as he's finished, he walks into your room and locks the door.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Dean explodes.

"You could have gotten yourself killed,” Sam adds.

"Not calling or texting in a month? Because of Cas' stupid rib branding thing, we couldn't find you," Dean glares.

"I'm sorry,” you sigh.

"What happened?" Sam wonders.

"Werewolf nest. I couldn't get out in time. I thought I was dead."

"You will be because l am going to kill you!" Dean shouts.

"Before you do that, could one of you tell me why Jo isn't calling me back? We had a huge fight before I left, and I need to tell her that she was right. I shouldn't have said what I said, and I really hurt her feelings. Is she ignoring me?"

Dean's anger and Sam's concern completely wash away at your girlfriend’s name. Something happened, you can read it on their faces. Did she get hurt? Worse? You haven't been home in a month, so how bad can things actually get?

"What happened? Tell me she's alright,” you whisper.

Sam takes a seat on the edge of your hospital bed. If Sam is the one talking, then you know you're going to hear bad news. He's the brother that always gets that job.

"Don't say it," you get tears.

"We were being chased by hellhounds, and one of them got to her before we could."

"Tell me she's okay," you cry.

"She didn't make it. Ellen either. I'm so sorry,” he sighs.

You're already crying at the thought Jo is no longer with you, but Ellen too? You left things off with Jo by yelling at her and telling her she sucks at hunting? Now she's gone? You didn't even tell her how sorry you are. You're never going to hear her voice again, stare into her beautiful eyes, run your fingers through her blonde locks, kiss her plump lips, and so many other things.

You're never going to tell her how much you love her, and it's all your fault. Maybe if you had never left, you might have been able to save her. All you can do now is to cry for the loss of a family who never deserved any of this.

Maybe, just maybe, things would have been different if you stayed.

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[wordsfromthesol]

Out of Place (5/6)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: Meeting Dick, and the rest of the batboys.  You’re confused, since you are nowhere near Bludhaven or Gotham. Some tragedies, some battles, etc. Happy ending because I’m a sap. Warnings: Language, blood, rape Word Count: 2.0k A/N: I’m almost finished with the story and hope to post the rest soon.

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You opened your eyes, and everything was black. You screamed for Dick, but no sound came. Frantic, you looked around until you saw light. Rushing towards it, you see yourself. Well a much younger you, standing next to your dad. It was Christmas, and the day he gave you the necklace. You were only five at the time, but he began explaining what it was.

Y/N. You are the light of my life, my sunshine. This will protect you throughout your journey of life. It will also, be a source of great harm. People will try to take it, but you must never give it up. You would not be alive, and neither would this earth, if you ever take the necklace off. I can’t tell you exactly what it is but know that Dr. Fate entrusted me with it. Now, I am entrusting you. Too many people are after me, my time may be up soon.

You awoke in another unfamiliar place. Though, this time, you were not afraid. It was dark, except the small glass room you were in. You were attached to more machines than you cared to count, and finally dressed in proper clothes…not the swim suit you had donned during your capture. You grasped at your neck, the necklace still there. Your head began to clear, and you noticed the pressure against your hand; leaning up as much as you dare, there he was. Richard Grayson, asleep against the bed. You gave his hand a light squeeze and laid back. He immediately shot up.

“Y/N?”

Eyes still closed, “I’m here Dickiebird.”

They had you in a medically induced coma for two weeks, in order to allow your body to heal. While you were stuck in your own head, you figured something out. The necklace, your dad gave you the necklace. You always wore it. That had to mean something. To Dick’s surprise, you asked for Tim next.

“Tim, right. That’s the other one?”

“Uhm, yeah…he was there. Why?”

“Get him for me sweetheart?”

Dick rose slowly and soon came back with Tim and Jason in tow.

“Wow, asking for my replacement, and not me? That hurts.”

“Jaybird” you smiled softly. Turning towards Tim, you usher him closer. The boys both exchange confused glances. You reach up and take off the necklace and place it in Tim’s hand. “Find out for me.” And again, you were out.

“Well, what was it? Why did she want you?” Jason questioned his younger brother, slightly hurt that his best friend asked for his brother instead of him.

“I…I don’t know. But I’m going to find out.” Tim held up the necklace to both of the boys. “Any thoughts?” They were just as confused as he was.

Tim scoured the internet and every database he could think of. Finally, information on a similar piece surfaced. “Magic…” He immediately rang Zatanna. There within minutes, she glanced at the piece and immediate shock hit her.

“Where did you get that?! Who did you take it off of?! I need answers now Drake!”

“Damn, what the hell is it?”

“Now.”

Tim points to the med bay. “I didn’t take it, she gave it to me.”

“No no no no no…” Zatanna snatches the piece and raced over to Y/N, securing it back around your neck. “Why, why would she take it off? Doesn’t she know?” Zatanna held her face in her hands. “Read me in. Now.”

Tim called the boys to the cave and they explained everything.

“It is an amulet of Eshu. The proclaimed wearer is offered safety from death, but if they take it off…well they could be lost on one of the 256 paths to the underworld. And even if they find their way there, they must then challenge Eshu. If they lose, they set the god of death and chaos free. My hope is, since she gifted it…and it only briefly disconnected from her, she has not been set on her path. I need M’gann.”

The Martian soon entered the cave, as Bruce and Damian walked downstairs.

“When did we send out invitations to the cave?” Damian scoffed as he stalked to the corner.

“What’s the news?” Bruce knew this escalated quickly, for so many parties to be involved. The situation was explained, and a plan formed. The combined powers of M’gann and Zatanna should allow them into Y/N’s mind and make sure she has not begun her path to the underworld. Dick was insistent that his consciousness be brought along.

Zatanna and M’gann worked together and suddenly…darkness. It enveloped the trio as their bodies fell to the floor.

“Where are we? Why can’t we see anything?” Dick questioned the girls, wondering if this spell even worked.

“I’m guessing this is what her mind looks like. It’s being lost on the pathways to Eshu.” Zatanna’s fears had been confirmed. “We have to find her, quickly”

“Look! A light!” Dick began to rush to it, before even waiting on his ride back to his own body.

“M’gann, do you see a light? Can you sense where Dick went?”

“Nothing. I see nothing. I hear nothing. We can only wait and hope that Dick is enough to pull her out. Her mind, someone has tampered with it. Only Dick was permitted in.”

Dick looked back, and the girls were gone. Guess he was on his own. He couldn’t lose her, he just got her back. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Dick followed the light, and it was revealed to be a memory. The same memory Y/N recalled, that fateful Christmas Day when she received the necklace.  He followed the young Y/N, and another memory surfaced.

Y/N was sitting on her bed, crying. She was a bit older now, Dick guessed about 8.

Why, why do we have to move dad! I don’t want to! Alaska is cold, and all my friends are here. I DON’T WANT TO GO!

Y/N, it is important we leave this place. It is no longer safe for you. For…anyone.

He glanced down at the necklace and quickly walked out.

Dick noticed tears forming in her dad’s eyes. Almost like he never wanted to give her the necklace in the first place. There was definitely more to the story, more than her dad was letting on. Again, the young Y/N took him through to another memory. Y/N was about 14 in this one.

Let go of me!

Dick cringed, he hated that he could do nothing. He just had to sit back and watch the events unfold.

I said let go! I don’t have anything to give you! Money? Is that what you want? Newsflash, I’m a child! I don’t HAVE any.

Money is that all you think has value, girl? Pathetic. The man grabbed her by the hair and threw Y/N on the ground. I want that. He pointed at the necklace.

Yeah, well you can’t have it. Y/N spit at his shoes.

Dick had to chuckle at that, guess she was always stubborn and snarky.

And just like that, the sound of a gunshot reverberates through the memory and everything goes black. A few seconds passed and the light returns. Y/N is still in the same alley, intact, with blood soaking her shirt. She didn’t know what to do except run. Y/N ran home, but afraid to go in looking like this, she climbed through her bedroom window and took off the shirt. There was so much blood everywhere, and a bullet wound still dripping blood from her abdomen. Panicked, she searched everywhere for a needle…and some fishing line.

Dick stood staring at the memory in shock. She should’ve been dead. She said she didn’t even know that fishing line would work.

A knock on her bedroom door interrupted his thoughts.

Y/N! You’ve been missing for days! Her mother ran in and embraced her child. Her father and sister quickly followed. Where have you been? Your father wouldn’t even let us call the police!

Y/M/N, there is a reason for that. One which I now must discuss with our daughter, in private. Y/N’s mother and sister quickly left the bedroom. Tell me.

Well…I…I don’t know. Someone was trying to rob me. When I had nothing to give them, well they wanted my necklace. Then all I know is there was darkness and then I woke up, covered in blood.

So, you don’t remember anything? Your time on the pathways to Eshu.

I don’t even know what that is dad.

You’re not ready. I knew you weren’t ready. I’m so sorry my sunshine. He calls out for Dr. Fate. Appearing almost instantly, he murmurs an enchantment and is gone as quickly as he came. Her father looked back at her. You got off on the wrong bus stop, Y/N. You were lost, but finally found your way home three days later. He turned and walked through the door. Y/N’s mother and sister came bounding in.

Y/N! What happened! How could you leave me here alone with mom and dad!

I got off on the wrong bus stop. I was lost, but I finally found my way home three days later. Y/N shook her head back and forth and crawled into bed.

Dick found the young Y/N tugging at his sleeve for the next trip down memory lane. But his mind, it was still in shock. How could her father do such a thing? Had Y/N relived these memories as he was doing?

Last stop. The young Y/N said just before she disappeared.

College, this was where Y/N went to college. Dick remembered the diplomas hanging on your wall. He was always so proud.

Michelle, I don’t want to be here anymore. This party is so not fun. Can’t we just go get wine drunk and watch a romcom?

Y/N this is a once in a lifetime party! We can’t leave now…that’d be like…a crime or something.

Fine. I’m going to find a drink that’s not disgusting. Y/N wandered through the party and finally found a passable drink. Or so she thought. Soon she was completely out of her mind, loosing clothes left and right. A sock there…her top on the counter. Dick didn’t know if he could bear to watch what was going to happen, but soon a sign of relief came as the drunken girl he loved so dearly wandered up the stairs and found herself a bed. She even locked the door, he was so proud. Until he noticed the memory wasn’t ending. Soon two guys knocked down the door.

Fuck man why did someone lock my damn door. He glanced at the helpless girl on the bed. Dude, she’s out.

Imagine what we could do. I’ve always wanted to try the handcuff thing.

You go for it. I’m going to find an open bed. As the man walked out, he screamed back to his friend, handcuffs are in the bottom right drawer!

Dick didn’t want to watch, but it seemed like every time he closed his eyes the memory stopped. Just to restart once they were open again.

The man fastened her wrists to the bedposts, just as she was starting to stir.

Fuck. Dick thought, he didn’t want her to wake up. He didn’t want her to have to remember any of this. He cringed through the rest of the horrid memory, his fists balling up…urging to punch something, or someone. Yet, all he could do it watch the love of his life struggle and cry against the assailant. The man finally passed out and you watched Y/N dislocate her thumb against the bedpost and pull her wrist through. She did the same with the other wrist. Finally, the memory faded to black. Dick saw Y/N, his Y/N sitting on the floor.

“Y/N! It’s me! Sweetheart, I’m here. I’m never leaving you, I’m here!” Dick raced towards her. He found her bloodied and battered, just as he had so many weeks ago in Ra’s al Ghul’s personal torture chamber. He bent down and held her close. “I’m never leaving you. We are in all of this together.”

“Good. I don’t want to remember this. Any of it, I only want you.” You sobbed into his chest.

“And you have me.”

[deadlyswarm]

Family is more than blood, Ch 2

                                      Chapter 2 Under the cut! :D

Alice passed away not long after Sans made his promise. Alphys contained the soul, which emitted a strong purple glow. She then closed the human’s eyes, and draped a sheet over her. Undyne and Asgore were contacted, and brought up to speed on what had just transpired.

“A-and her last request was….that her baby not be harmed, and instead be given a good life.” both Asgore and Undyne bowed their heads, Undyne was the first to speak.

“So the lady died saving her infant kid? Holy crap….that's really intense.”

“there’s more, she…..wanted me to be the one to take care of it. and you both know i don’t do promises lightly.”

Both Asgore and Undyne nodded, Asgore began to speak  “I see, then we shall inform the guard immediately of what has transpired. Sans, Snowdin is too cold for one so young, I would suggest a shortcut directly to your home for now.”  He then walked over to Sans and put a large paw on his shoulder. “I for one think you will make an excellent father. From what Undyne has told me, you raised Papyrus yourself, I have the utmost confidence in you.”

Sans nodded “thanks….alright well, the kiddo is completely tuckered out….i think it’s time to get her home.”  and with that Sans disappeared. Undyne looked to the fallen human

“We should bury her somewhere nice….that's what humans do for funerals right?”Undyne had asked Alphys, who responded by simply nodding. The trio went about their tasks, and Alice was given a grave in waterfall. It laid  under the cavern’s sparkling stones, with echo flowers adorning the site, with a plaque that read:

“Here lies Alice Warren, a caring mother. Frisk, should you see this one day, know that your mother loved you dearly.”

Sans’ shortcut took him and the child to the living room. With a Sigh as his feet touched the carpet, he heard Papyrus

“AH BROTHER, IS THAT YOU? UNDYNE SAID YOU WOULD BE TAKING SOME TIME OFF DUTY FOR SOMETHING IMPORTANT!WHAT IS IT?” Sans chuckled , glad his brother’s naturally loud voice didn’t wake Frisk. He neared the kitchen, with a familiar smell of burning spaghetti wafting through his nasal cavity.

“Alright bro, but i need ya to lower your voice, there's…..quite a bit to tell ya.”  Papyrus patiently let Sans talk, noticing that his brother was holding Frisk a little closer.

“ and well…..you know how i am with promises bro.” Papyrus nodded and spoke as quietly as he could, so a normal speaking voice.

“Well Sans I have the utmost belief that you will be the greatest papabones ever, until I myself have a child some day! After all, it was you who cared for me, and I turned out amazing! No less from the brother of the great Papyrus, who shall be the greatest uncle ever!Nyeh heh heh!”

Sans’ tired grin grew “heh, thanks bro.  Oh, could you go by the store for some diapers and baby food? Can’t take the kiddo out in the cold yet, and i don’t really want to leave her just yet.”

Papyrus’ smiled and nodded, carrying out the very important task. Sans laid Frisk on the floor, making his way to fetch some spare blankets to lay out for her to play on. Just as well, he still had some of Papyrus’ old baby toys to bring as well.  Undyne and Asgore brought essentials, a crib that once belonged to Asriel, baby formula, diapers, and different pillows, blankets and toys. Sans was grateful for all of this, but there was someone he needed to see. The ‘old lady’ as he called her, was someone else that he could talk to with little effort, and she had a great sense of humor. It had been a few days, since Frisk and her mom fell, and he had gotten everything set up. He approached the old purple door and knocked.

“ knock knock.”

“Who is there?”

“nobel”

“Nobel who?”

“no-bel is here, so i knocked.” her laughter rang through the door, a small part of Sans wondered what it would sound like when not muffled by a door.

“So what kept you my friend? You seem to have been quite busy, did something happen?” Sans let out a sigh

“ where do i even start…..” and once he was done recounting the tale, Sans heard ….crying.

“Sans that is…...that is a lot to take in. and you say Asgore agreed to leave the child be?”

“ yeah, though i was more worried about undyne than asgore, and even then she ain’t the type to hurt a freakin’ baby. Paps is ecstatic of course, to have a niece, though….i wasn’t quite expecting kids so soon, heh.”

“So how is the child now?”

“ well, they’re a decent sleeper, she seems to be taking monster food well. I’ve even taken the kid to alphys for a checkup, gonna be doin that regularly for a while to make sure everything is good. Most of it is the same as when i took care of my bro, except for diaper changing, how do humans even stand that?” To which the door lady only responded with a light laugh.

“Ah, that is good to hear friend, BABY when they’re older you might bring her with you!”

“ guess it's a goo-d thing i have winter clothes.”  The duo carried on for a few hours, before Sans went to his house, greeted by what he thought was the most precious sight. Papyrus, with a book open in front of him had Frisk cradled in his arms, sleeping peacefully. He spotted Sans and smiled, handing the child to him carefully.

“ heh, who’da thought that i’d wind up bein a dad…..welp, buckle up kiddo, somethin tells me that we’re both in for a ride.” Frisk simply nuzzled into the fluff of his jacket in response.

Time seemed to run smoothly for Sans, which was odd because usually he would have deja vu, but all of that stopped when the kid fell. He had found that he quite liked being a dad, though he wasn’t quite used to having to get up from his naps. Thankfully, Papyrus would sometimes take over to let him rest, god his bro was so cool. Sans decided that by now word would have spread enough that he would risk introducing the kid to his favorite place in the underground, Grillby’s. Once the kiddo was wide awake, he told Papyrus he was heading out, and promptly took a shortcut directly to Grillby’s. The bar was warm and cozy, just as Sans remembered, His resting theme played  and everyone turned to him. The K-9 unit was on break, taking their usual seats, though the other usuals weren't in quite yet.  From across the bar, Grillby looked up, smiling at Sans and his child.

Dogamy and Ressa sniffed the air, and walked over to Sans.

“Sans! Is this the human we were told about?”

(They’re adorable)

“heh, yeah this is frisk, say hi kiddo.” In response, Frisk cooed and reached up to pet their faces. She smiled, letting out a little happy shriek at their softness.

Greater Dog leapt out of his armor and bounded towards Sans. He carefully set Frisk on the floor and Greater Dog began to sniff. Frisk brushed her tiny hand over the canine monster’s back and giggled. After all the dogs got their turn getting to know his kid, Sans picked her up and took her to Grillby.

“ heya grillbz.”   The fire elemental grinned

“Well hello there Sans, so this is the human everyone has been going on about?”  As he leaned in for a closer look, Frisk reached her tiny hand out. Grillby lifted a finger for her to grab, and lightly shook her hand.

“A Pleasure to meet you small one.” Frisk smiled and cooed, while Sans’ constant smile seemed to grow.

“yup, poor kid’s been through alot already, but things are lookin good.” Grillby had a small idea, it was something Sans found cool when he was just a little scamp running around Snowden. He moved his hand to grab Frisk’s attention, and as she stared, green, white, blue, and red puffs of smoke came from his fingers. The child cooed at the sight and reached for the puffs of smoke, attempting to catch them with her tiny hands with little success. Despite this she seemed content.

“She is simply too precious Sans.”

“yeah, frisk is really somethin.”.

[hermanamason-blog]

13th June 2017

Muchas gracias por escribirme en Español, que impressionante!! Today is transfers! Hermana Bott will be leaving our trio and will be working in my birthtown of Chivilcoy! Hermana Johnson and I still have a lot of miracles to see through here in Mercedes and so here is where we will be for this 9 week tranfser. How are you all? It sounds like you are all keeping yourselves busy and working hard (and also enjoying spending time with the Wolffs hehe). This past week as you all know José was baptised! It was magical-the spirit never lets me down when it comes to baptisms! The night before his baptism we visited him and shared our testimonies of how the gospel changes lives and how we have seen that in Him as he has "nourished the word" and grown so much in faith, testimony and love for the saviour. I have never felt so humbled in my mission than this moment. He was able to see the importance of the decision that he had made and had seen how already the gospel is blessing his life and family and how he is a changed man because of it. Moments like this, its what I live for! I am so thankful for the sincerity of Josés heart, he has strengthened my testimony that the Atonement of Jesus Christ really does have the ability to change our very nature. It was so special to see José enter the font with his best friend Jorge who is more like a brother to him. Once again many tears were shed! Definitely the miracle of the week! We also passed by an inactive members house whos name is Martin, which was inspired because his friend Nelson (older michael bublé look alike) was over and so we were able to share the Book of Mormon with him. Afterwards Martin sang us some songs on his guitar like it was the love of his life, then Hermana Johnson and I each had a turn to sing - I was so surprised as I sung the NZ national anthem Nelson asked me "is this a maori song?" I love sharing a part of our culture! We said our Goodbyes to President and Hermana Robertson this week during zone conference which was really sad! I have a really special spot in my heart for the both of them, they have helped me in so many ways to strive to be a consecrated missionary and to give my all. President shared with us a poem that he had memorised years ago when he was on his mission and that to this day he still can recite of the top of his head. It brought so many emotions to my heart but it conveys a great message. I will leave the poem below.   I am grateful for the christ-like love that they have for each and every one of us missionaries...I will miss my mission mom and dad dearly! I love you family! No matter the distance you are always in my heart! Hermana Mason

Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,    my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,    excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell. They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race    or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,    and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,    to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire. One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,    was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.” But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,    the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,    and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face. As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.    Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.

But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,    which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!” He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,    and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,    his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again. He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.    “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”

But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face    with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!” So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.    “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!” Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...    but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.    “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try? I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”    But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,    for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!    You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!” So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,    and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit. So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,    still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.    Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,    head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace. But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,    the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race. And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,    you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”    “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”

And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,    the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.    And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,    another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”